If I sit down and really think about ; my pet peeves. I have ONE.
I can’t handle tardiness. I won’t be late. Not if I’m in control. Sure, I could get a flat tire or something. Yeah. Excusable.
But that lackadaisical meandering attitude where there’s enough time, (or worse) “they’ll wait for me”...makes me mental.
I’m eating dinner with a bunch of elderly coworkers. (So dinner is early) One guy is throwing a party at a vineyard restaurant. Expensive hoity stuff. Party of 16! Cocktail time, appetizers and then dinner.
I need to leave in 15 minutes. My wife just came thru the door like a hurricane. She dove into the shower.
I’m weighing the consequences right now.
. How bad can it be if I just leave? Haha.
I’m leading off with a martini.